Where the white man’s bread at?

The Caucasian male, the abject existential opposite of me was asking me about white bread—an artifact we make with flour, sometimes bleached, eggs and such—that is, it doesn’t occur naturally as is in nature. He says it’s his. It was hilarious. He couldn’t possibly mean he will cook himself from the inside and outside, run around the corner to give me bread to eat? If you bake yourself and you look like bread I’ll eat. I like it extra crispy sometimes on the inside. There are measures in  physics provided by amazing NASA that tells me I am correct about the inability to find this bread unless he wants to cook himself for me to eat.  a dream. NASA, HARVARD, YALE, OXFORD, where the white man’s bread at? The shit you have done to mostly ignorant people’s minds because of racism is almost unforgivable My smart readers can you help figure out where the white man’s bread at. Where it at: